All of the puppets looked stunned. Feet tested air before each exaggerated step was taken on this dangerous new country of the stage. Their costumes were a blend of several nations. It was five minutes into the dance before Patrick realized that the large puppet was human. And this was only because the dancer moved out of his puppet movements and began to twirl in gestures impossible for wood.
[In the Skin of a Lion p.116]
Immigrants were recruited, used, then flung carelessly to the backs of powerful minds.
You forgot us.
...
I fought tooth and nail for that herringbone.
You fought. You fought. Think about those who built the intake tunnels. Do you know how many of us died in there? [In the Skin of a Lion p.236]
The articles and illustrations he found in the Riverdale Library depicted every detail about the soil, the wood, the weight of concrete, everything but the information on those who actually built the bridge...Official histories and news storied were always soft as rhetoric, like that of a politician making a speech after a bridge is built, a man who does not even cut the grass on his own lawn.
[In the Skin of a Lion p.145]
The large figure began to distinguish itself from the others. It became a hero not by size but by gesture and the detail of character. [In the Skin of a Lion p.116]
Really. Are they everybody's heroes? Are they "Canadian" heroes? Where are they, in history books? In news articles? They're barely visible. Funny, to call them visible minority.
[In the Skin of a Lion p.116]
Immigrants were recruited, used, then flung carelessly to the backs of powerful minds.
You forgot us.
...
I fought tooth and nail for that herringbone.
You fought. You fought. Think about those who built the intake tunnels. Do you know how many of us died in there? [In the Skin of a Lion p.236]
The articles and illustrations he found in the Riverdale Library depicted every detail about the soil, the wood, the weight of concrete, everything but the information on those who actually built the bridge...Official histories and news storied were always soft as rhetoric, like that of a politician making a speech after a bridge is built, a man who does not even cut the grass on his own lawn.
[In the Skin of a Lion p.145]
The large figure began to distinguish itself from the others. It became a hero not by size but by gesture and the detail of character. [In the Skin of a Lion p.116]
Really. Are they everybody's heroes? Are they "Canadian" heroes? Where are they, in history books? In news articles? They're barely visible. Funny, to call them visible minority.
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